Long week, working too hard. Customers, chip replacements, moving crap around, blah blah.
Yesterday was a stunningly beautiful spring day. Started off with a march of dimes “walk a thon.” That was a fun and worthwhile reason to get up in time to be at the park at 8am. Jen came straight there from work, since she decided to produce another baby before her shift ended. Woman is productive, you have to give her that. I woke up this morning to the sound of wallpaper being torn from the guest bathroom walls. Apparently, the wallpaper had offended her or something. I made waffles, hoping to keep the process moving. Next up is the run to Home Despot to keep her supplied with stuff.
Anyway, back to yesterday, we came back and worked on the yard all day. I straightened the back fence. Turns out that, as with everything else in this place, the previous owner did a crappy job that I have to rectify. The neighbor with whom I share the fence assumed that the support posts had rotted off at the ground level. Nope, not even close: There were no buried sections to the posts for most of them. Lazy-ass mo-fo previous owner had simply sawed off 2/3 of the posts on his new fence, presumably to avoid the anguish of having to dig holes or something. So yeah, my fence was all kitty wumpus.
Broke out the Home Despot “it does it itself, or else it gets the hose again” book and learned how to install a “sister post” for exactly this situation. Bought four bags of quick-crete (because at $3.95 a bag, there’s really no reason not to set every single post, everywhere, in concrete) and did the deed. Mixing concrete = good upper body workout. Digging holes = good upper body workout. Me = sore. Meanwhile, Jen picked every single weed out of one of our flower beds, by hand. Each one. Obsessive, yes. Compulsive, possibly. Disorder? Heck no.
Then we drove into Boston for a charity party. Instead of being all hoity-toity, this was actually pretty cool. A couple with an awesome apartment decided to rent the party rooftop suite at their place (next door to the state house, overlooking the commons) and charge a $25 donation to get in, listen to tunes, eat snacks, and drink mai-tais. It was fun, though driving home to arrive at 1:30 in the morning is almost never a great joy in my life.
Today, more cedar mulch, then dinner with friends.
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